Texty: The Kills. Blood Pressures. You Don't Own The Road.

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You don't own the road boy
Better kick up a storm
You don't own the big city lights
Better carve out your own
You don't own the green pines
the blue sky or the smoke
You don't own the dust un your
bir brown eyes
When you keep them closed

Steal them back for me love
Steal them back for me love

You don't own the road boy
neither do I
You don't own the big city lights
making my eyes cry
You don't own the green pines
so be careful where you lean
And when you're lost under the blue sky
Look down and you'll find me

Steal it back for me love
Steal it back for me love

Come on over
If that's the way you feel
When you're lonesome
Steal it
back when you're lonely
back when you're lonely- back

You don't own your sadness son
See the tide it juste comes in
Guilt is played on a violin
By those who never cared to sing

Steal it back for me love.

(Merci a Essila pour cettes paroles)